There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1284 | 2009-01-02 01:19:15 | 88.00 | |
| 1214 | 2008-12-08 06:20:51 | 76.07 | |
| 765 | 2008-11-13 23:25:43 | 80.24 |